Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.